Sliding her hands into the back of his pants, she pushed them down and over his hips, her obvious haste fueling his desire. He loved how much she always wanted him and how she responded to him the way she never had to anyone else.

Adam left her only long enough to shed his clothes and remove the tiny scrap of fabric she called panties. He absolutely adored her sexy-underwear fetish and encouraged it with frequent gift certificates to Tiffany’s shop that she put to good use. But he liked her best in nothing at all, like now when she was spread out before him like an erotic buffet.

With her, he’d found a partner who understood him better than anyone ever had. In turn, he’d helped to unlock the secrets to her sensuality, and he reaped the benefits of that effort every day.

“Adam… I want you. Right now.”

They’d come a long way from the days when she’d required a lot of foreplay to get to the finish line. As much as he loved every second of that foreplay, he was in just as much of a rush tonight. Since he was dying to be inside her, he took what she offered so freely, sliding into her in one deep thrust that nearly finished him right off. He was still for a moment, trying to regain control as she tightened around him and her breasts brushed against his chest.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, unaccustomed to his unusual restraint.

“Nothing.” He trembled from the effort to hold back the orgasm that wanted out right now.

“Adam…” She put her arms around him and brought him down into her embrace, her legs encircling his hips at the same time. Completely surrounded by her softness, her alluring scent and the tight heat of her wrapped around his cock, he gave up the fight and let go, feeling like a teenager who was getting laid for the first time.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

“For what?”

“That was over fast. You didn’t get there.”

“So what? I owe you about five hundred orgasms.”

He laughed. “I didn’t know we were keeping score.”

“We’re not. That’s why it doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does matter. You went without for too long. There’s no way you’re leaving this bed until you’ve had at least two.”

“That’s really not necessary, Adam. This was more than enough for me.”

“It wasn’t enough for me. I’m left unfulfilled by your unfulfillment.”

“That isn’t a word.”

“It is now.” He withdrew from her and began to kiss his way down the front of her, hitting all the places that made her crazy. “Now be quiet and let me have my fun.”

“If you insist,” she said with a sigh of pleasure.

“I do. I most definitely insist.”